When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And waves are tossed wild with an angry row,
It's said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigns forevermore.
Far, far beneath, noise of tempests falls silent,
And silver waves lie ever peacefully,
And no storm, however fierce or violent,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
Harriet Beecher Stowe